The Marram Grass
begins with a precise and lyrical description of a walk that Anne Simpson
regularly takes with her dogs. She describes the appearance of the land
in all seasons and describes the wildlife she discovers there, including
a barred owl that seems to stare through the boundaries of skin and
bone into her soul. The subject of boundaries and their permeability
reverberates through the six essays that follow, and images of nature,
such as the owl, mirror and embody the experiences of mutual recognition
and interconnectedness that Simpson sees as the gift of art.
Because Simpson
begins with a walk, and because the walk is such a common trope in the
personal essay, we could be forgiven for expecting to find personal
essays in this book. But as the shoreline merges with the sea, so, in
The Marram Grass, the personal elides into the philosophical.
Simpson may begin with the quotidian, but within three pages, she is
quoting Merleau-Ponty, and by the tenth page, she has also mentioned
Descartes, Nietzsche, Heidegger, Richard Rorty and Paul Celan by way
of Thoreau. Later, she will yoke together thinkers as diverse as Emmanuel
Levinas, Edith Stein, and the Dalai Lama. A style as dense with reference
as this one takes some time to get used to. But the essays reward the
rereading they may require, because they're the work of an artist who
has thought long and deeply about the meaning of her practice.
According to Simpson,
a paradox of poetry is that it is "language at its most vibrant and
dense [but] also . . . language on its way to silence." (30) Language
and silence, rather than language or silence. Both/and
rather than either/or. Not only does poetry exemplify this paradox;
it also instructs us in the capacity to accept paradox and the unresolved
more generally. This capacity--Keats called it negative capability--permits
us to hover back and forth between any pair of seeming binaries, such
as absence and presence, making and unmaking, giving and taking, self
and other. Empathy is the name we give to this movement of the intellect
and spirit.
The idea that art
tutors us in empathy is not a new one. Yet, while it is relatively easy
to imagine ourselves as the other when the other is sympathetic, it
is much more difficult to see ourselves reflected in the faces of those
we consider evil or frightening or just plain wrong. Thus, when Simpson
indicates her feelings for the family of a boy lost to suicide or for
a child prostitute, her empathy seems no more (and no less) than conventional.
But when she imagines her own face staring back from the face of a man
who is determined to appropriate hundreds of hectares of her beloved
shoreline for an environmentally risky project, she demonstrates a deeper
and more unusual kind of empathy. This example, taken from "The Dark
Side of Fiction's Moon," a haunting essay about the doppelgänger,
lends credence to the idea that empathy can be strengthened and refined
by the experience and practice of art.
At first, I shifted
awkwardly between the concrete, descriptive parts of these essays and
the more abstract and analytical sections, and I questioned the wisdom
of juxtaposing the two. But as I read further, I came to understand
that Simpson's descriptions of nature aren't merely decorative; instead,
they serve to advance her arguments about the ways that art apprehends
and constructs otherness and about the role of metaphor in this process.
For Simpson, nature and the wild are perhaps unique in that most of
us can readily recognize them as both inner and other. Thus,
nature offers unparallelled expressions and experiences of the kind
of give-and-take and empathic interpenetration that art can also engender.
Similarly, the trope of the walk, repeated in many of the essays, reflects
the connection between movement and understanding that Simpson explicates
in the more philosophical and analytical passages. Meanwhile, the structural
device of juxtaposition does more than mirror a back-and-forth movement
of thought; it also invites us to participate in this motion.
Disparate though they may seem, both sides of these essays--the personal
and the philosophical--enlarge and illuminate the other, just as they
enlarge and illuminate the central premise of the book.
The essays in The
Marram Grass are accompanied by simple line drawings that underscore
and elaborate Simpson's arguments. A line drawing of footprints in snow
beautifully illustrates the Buddhist idea, raised later in the book,
that absence is presence and presence is absence (37). A drawing of
snow on trees (where the snow is implied by white space) shows, rather
than merely states, that form illuminates emptiness and emptiness illuminates
form (48). Drawings of the view from or through windows emphasize the
role of perspective-taking (32, 114, 122), and a drawing of the soft
rock shoreline at Monk's Head suggests how land partakes of water and
water partakes of land--and, by extension, how each of us partakes of
the others. (135).
Gaspereau produces
beautiful books and this is no exception. Midnight blue, with silver
lettering and one of Simpson's shore drawings printed in black, the
cover hints at the depths and highlights within, while the richly textured
paper complements the layering of thought.
Marram grass spreads
through a sort of underground web of its own devising. In a similar
fashion, the essays in this book reach out, take hold, and endure.